making
                friends
                is   me
                sifting
                through
            a shelf of empty
         vodka           bottles.
        i                   often
        feel                 that
        my                    ex-
        girlfriends        sucked
        those             bottles
        dry.                maybe
        that             explains
        their        intoxication
        with me.             they
        drank                  of
        my               interest
        in                others.
        drop by drop, the bottles
        slowly refill themselves.

how I yearn for an absolutly full bottle.